"I'm straving, Darling. Let me put my lips on something, let me wrap my teeth around the world. Start carving, Darling."

Your melody seeps into his ears as he is on a roof, enjoying his lunch time.

"I want to smell the dinner cooking, I want to feel edges start to burn..."

Your voice echoes in your bedroom as you listen to music while you clean.

Though your window is closed and covered, the winged hero can hear you from the apartments roof, at least 5 stores higher with his clear hearing abilities.